Violence is never okay, but a stale pastry can certainly drive some people into a violent rage — especially when you were promised a fresh and delicious airport-quality Cinnabon but all you got was a subpar Burger King castoff.

Real talk: Cinnabon, that foodcourt-born purveyor of tire-sized cinnamon rolls drizzled with semen milked piping hot from the royal penis of King Kandy himself, tried and failed recently to make its Classic Roll less of a pancreatic catastrophe. Even people who really didn’t go all-in for the 880-calorie baked…